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It was a trap! I knew it as soon as I saw the look they exchanged. There was no time to run or to hide. I waited calmly for it to come. I had imagined this same scenario many times in my head, though none of those thoughts could live up to the reality of it. I closed my eyes and held my breath as the stroke fell.

» Posted By Natasha On 04.25.2010 @ 11:35 am


coaster? what is a coaster really? a chair for your drink?

» Posted By Natasha On 04.16.2010 @ 9:31 am


Longest day of the year, shortest day of the year.

» Posted By Natasha On 12.22.2008 @ 11:08 am


we belong together. i belong to you. do you belong to me? belonging to someone or belonging to something…what’s the point? does anyone even belong anywhere? do i belong here? where do i belong? sometimes the places we think we belong to are just the places that own us. do i belong where you belong? maybe i belong with me. or you. or nowhere at all.

» Posted By natasha On 12.14.2008 @ 11:24 pm

i belong to people who love me and to a place that is so full of many, and yet mostly i am alone. i belong where i am and yet feel the need to constantly travel, change, change partners, change careers, change path, but mostly i belong to myself because no matter what the world may throw at me, i have the full capacity to change or alter my situation

» Posted By natasha On 12.14.2008 @ 5:20 pm

Reminds me of a song we learned in grade one religion class or something. I remember it went “I belong, I belong, I know that I belong, I will sing this special song cause I know that I belong”.. silly but pretty cute if you picture a class of little ones singing it!

» Posted By Natasha On 12.14.2008 @ 3:08 pm


i remember when everything was so much easier. when i wasn’t worrying about friends and work and expectations and life and food and money. i remember not having a care in the world. maybe if i remember hard enough the feeling will come back,

» Posted By natasha On 02.01.2009 @ 8:42 am


Oh yeah, I am so living like a princess. Couldn’t have got the best word! Lalalalalala! I’m a princess, the Princess of Natashania, the portal between the Heavens and the Earth.

» Posted By Natasha On 01.25.2009 @ 4:11 pm


beautiful, the only thing that matters. Art through movement of the body, control of the body through physics.

» Posted By natasha On 01.18.2009 @ 3:45 pm



» Posted By natasha On 03.22.2009 @ 8:57 am


I hate paintbrushes., They are sooo hard to clean depending on the god damned kind of pain t you use. It’s ridiculous. You try and try to clean those, and they never clean. It’s not worth it. You should call them “shit” brushes. And there’s no point in buying just one, you gotta buy moer than one, because every times you use one, it’s done. You get one use from those damned things.

» Posted By Natasha On 09.17.2009 @ 9:06 pm


I remember the tv show Blossom. It reminds me of my alcoholic father falling asleep on the sofa with the remote in his hand, Star Trek on, saying, “I’m not sleeping! I’m watching this!” when we’d try to take the remote from him. Blossom was a crappy show.

» Posted By Natasha On 09.10.2009 @ 8:07 pm


ever after…after is the result. there’s always an after and you cant be afraid to get there. no matter how, what or when that after comes! after is a new chapter…and you always have after as an opportunity

» Posted By natasha On 12.26.2008 @ 12:21 pm



» Posted By Natasha On 12.12.2008 @ 11:20 am


Destination unknown. Zoie and I never know where we are going when we leave the dorm.
That is a lie.
We never know when we will return.
That may be halfway a lie.
When we get back, we are happy.

Did you like my story?

» Posted By Natasha On 08.21.2009 @ 10:28 pm


I could drive. As fast as i can and pretend I’m flying because there’s no other way. I could leave everything behind. Forget everything. And become something new.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.28.2009 @ 1:34 pm


child sitting on the couch watching scrubs, highly inappropriate. Awefully wrong. Sorry I am a poor speller. Anyway I wish i could go on vacation if there wasn’t and infant in my brain. What to do? WHat day is it? SHould i eat? Is the INFANT hungry? What is Banana? Yellow, like the sun. Which doesn’t exit in life. Light is false, darkness is always there. Shadows. There is s shadow on the baby’s face. Hasn’t it been 60 seconds? DOes it stop on it
s own?

» Posted By natasha On 07.28.2009 @ 10:52 am


Paws of a tiger. Or paws of a kitten. Funny how we’ve made a pet out of a tiny feline menace. When you play with a kitten it reaches out with its paws in an attempt to kill whatever you’re tempting it with.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.23.2009 @ 2:15 pm


She was mental, I knew it. But I couldn’t stop loving her. With her screams at every five seconds and the voices she hears in her head, she insist for her to believe her. I knew I couldn’t really help but I would always love her. My mental lover.

» Posted By Natasha On 02.22.2009 @ 1:02 am


i was hoping that when I went to school I would have many friends and i did sot that made me really happy. I wonder when my next assignment will be i hope not soon, when I want to rest. I only react when I hear the word to be near someone is when you are feeling happy

» Posted By natasha On 04.22.2009 @ 11:57 am


The chandelier, suspended above the mahogany table, came crashing down at his slamming of the door in anger, shattering glass across the floor.

» Posted By natasha On 11.17.2008 @ 12:13 pm


i’m startled at the fear and racism that is rising to the surface in this country with the election only days away. i’m startled that people don’t see their own bigotry. and i don’t want to be startled on nov. 4th. because i don’t want to be startled at the future.

» Posted By natasha On 11.01.2008 @ 12:04 pm


a Light.. Small and breakable. comes in a package that is paper thin. No pun intended. But scissors come on hard plastic that you need scissors to get into.. But we need light to see.. amazing.

» Posted By natasha On 10.19.2008 @ 10:12 pm

light illuminating in a fragile frame. wires intricate through the seeing glass. sometimes, when fried and shaken, will hear the quiet murmur of a song shaken by a tamborine.

» Posted By natasha On 10.16.2008 @ 6:15 am


The flight was long and tumultuous. Turbulents rocked the entire cabin. The stewardess herself refused to get up to help the weary passengers. And the pilot, he never took off the seatbelt sign. I wondered if we’d make it to our destination. Outside the sky was black.

» Posted By Natasha On 10.11.2008 @ 9:41 am

Flight is not such a simple concept. Planes and birds, but never humans. Sources tell me cars may fly one day. My mind has flight. I imagine. I see.

» Posted By Natasha On 10.08.2008 @ 1:08 pm


These wildflowers grow everywhere, all around me. Field covered, sun shining high in the sky. A distant tree beckons me, and I run to it in a flowing white sundress. The wildflowers smell beautiful and my hair is blowing in the wind. A cool breeze, smelling fresh and clean.

» Posted By natasha On 09.11.2008 @ 11:57 pm


the harbor was where we had our first kiss. It was magical.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.04.2008 @ 12:31 pm


a little bit of something.

» Posted By Natasha On 05.28.2008 @ 12:24 pm


It lets you hide, a sense of defense. like when its around no one can see. no one can see you, and its brilliant. To be able to hide and not be noticed amidst the chaos. Your time, space shared with everyone, yet alone

» Posted By Natasha On 06.30.2008 @ 12:16 pm

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